Patience by Mr. Alec Bowman_Clarke published on 2020-02-18T17:11:43Z Patience; a lie, an act, you’re a moth Fighting a fly, all odds are off Wait a while, try to not be The kind of man they’re all saying you seem Dust down your wings, head for the light Pack up your things, you’re leaving, tonight When you're next to nothing, with nothing to lose You get carried away; patience, the truth. When you live long enough with the lies in the play Reading your lines wears thin Takes its toll, your heads in a hole Cracked where the light should come in So shed your skin, swallow your pride Close the doors, it’s safer inside When you're next to nothing, with nothing to lose You get carried away; patience, the truth. From the bed that you made up for one on the floor It’s hard to remember what you fell down here for The paint on the ceiling, the stains on the wall Are prices worth paying for one more curtain call When you're next to nothing, with nothing to lose You get carried away; patience, the truth Genre Folk & Singer-Songwriter Comment by mirandadickinson Gorgeous song! 2020-10-11T00:26:03Z